Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Ni Liu yawned on the top of the city and slowly squatted down. He is a famous ranger near Licheng. He has a good relationship with martial arts, so he was placed on duty in the second shift. Seeing that half an hour was about to arrive. I blinked my eyelids, a little sleepy.

"Brother Liu used to punch and kick at every turn, and for some reason, he has become so cautious today. The Yellow Turban thief is also a human, so he has to sleep?"

Ni Liu thought that there was no one left, so he closed his eyes and took a nap.

Ta Ta Ta... A quiet voice came, awakening Ni Liu: "Well? What kind of sound is so dense, it looks like footsteps, isn't it?"

Suddenly! Countless torches lit up, like a long blazing dragon. Under the fire, there were rows of thieves with red eyes and yellow turbans. The swords in their hands were shining. Teams five or six ran away with a ladder in their hands. come.

Ni Liu was taken aback, and just wanted to shout, only to hear a loud noise.

Sa!

The archer of the Yellow Turban thief long ago aimed at the guard above the head of the city. In an instant, hundreds of feather arrows swished and flew, and Ni Liuyi turned over and rolled down the head of the city. He only felt a pain in his arm. It was an arrow that pierced through the flesh and gritted his teeth.

"Yellow Turban, Siege!"

The shout was truly shocking. Numerous rangers and prisoners who closed their eyes opened their eyes one after another. Those who hadn't been awake for a while were pushed awake by their companions, opening their sleepy eyes.

"Wake up soon, the thieves are attacking the city!"

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"

Liu Ye was the first to wake up when he heard the shout, and he buckled his leather helmet on his head, inserted a circular knife into his waist, and grabbed Chang Li to fight, when Wu De ran towards him.

"Brother, the thieves have attacked the city, how did you know that the Yellow Turban thieves will come tonight?" Wu De was full of excitement. The look in Liu Ye's eyes was like a fire in his eyes, and his heart felt hairy.

A hand was placed on Wu De's shoulder: "Don't panic, why don't you be afraid of the Yellow Scarf thief?"

Liu Ye's calm voice and calm face calmed Wu De, and then the two came to the city together.

At this moment, there are shouts of killings on the top of the city. There are a steady stream of Yellow Turban thieves climbing up the ladder, while the number of rangers and prisoners guarding the city is relatively small. In addition, the Yellow Turban thieves are well prepared to watch at night. Unclear, the defenders fell into a disadvantage for a while.

Liu Ye didn't have time to think about it, and ascended to the top of the city, he roared: "Licheng Liu Ye is here, who will die!"

Many rangers and prisoners immediately cheered up when they heard this exciting roar.

"Hold on! Brother Liu is here too!"

"Haha, you thieves, let you know that there are heroes in Licheng!"

When the Yellow Turban thieves attacked the city during the day, many people witnessed Liu Ye's tiger power, especially the scene where the Korean car rider was killed on the spot, so they were shocked when they heard Liu Ye's tiger roar.

A ranger armed with a ring-headed knife, relied on a light and agile pace to fight against the enemy, but a yellow turban thief came up from the ladder. Seeing the opportunity, he grabbed the spear and rushed up. Evolved into two hitting one, the ranger stalked left and right, and one accidentally got hit in the leg.

The yellow turban thief looked overjoyed: "Wu Na man, let him die!"

The yellow turban thief suddenly pierced out the spear, and the two pointed thorns on the tip of the spear were like the fangs of a poisonous snake, and they rushed to the vitals of the ranger's confidant, and he was about to be buried here.

when!

Suddenly, a long shot hit the spear shaft and made a sound. Liu Ye struggled up to pick it up. The Yellow Turban thief grabbed the spear shaft and fell to the ground together.

"Thank you, brother for help!" The ranger said gratefully. Liu Ye gave a hum, and the long squat danced to arouse the wind. He shot and killed the yellow turban thief. He heard the wind flickering behind him. It will come down with a shout.

Liu Ye seemed to have long eyes behind his back, without turning around, he turned the long stalk in his hand upside down, and slammed it backwards. As the saying goes, one inch is strong. Changqi suddenly stabbed out, before the ring head knife had time to cut it down, the tip of the ring head had penetrated the thief's chest and waist, and the ring head knife fell weakly.

Liu Ye has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and he has naturally practiced night battles. Even if a famous martial artist is blind, he can only rely on his ears to distinguish position by listening to the wind, and he is even more powerful than those with eyes. , This is just such a trick.

Liu Ye could not stop seeing the blood for a long time. Even though it was a night battle at the moment, night battles were not unfavorable. In fact, night battles were rare in ancient times. Many people suffered from night blindness because of lagging productivity. However, Liu Ye listened to the wind and discerned his position. Isn't it a handy thing to kill someone?

A long stroke swinging from side to side is truly invincible. The rangers and prisoners struggling on the city's head are all energetic. The Yellow Turban thief took it for a while. Later, Liu Ye had killed a dozen or so people. There was blood everywhere, and there was a strong smell of blood when confronting the enemy. The Yellow Turban thief couldn't avoid it, and some were scared by Liu Ye and ran to the ladder. As a result, they fell into a mess and fell to pieces with a bang.

The defenders above the city head vaguely formed a triangle formation with Liu Ye as the arrow. The Yellow Turban thief was killed in a hurry, and the thief army on the city head was getting fewer and fewer.

"The thief succeeds, my brother will catch you!"

The thief army was shaken, and suddenly three yellow turban thieves rushed out of the formation. They looked like seven or eighth each, one with a long beard, one with a short beard, and one with only fluff on the mouth. They seemed to be three brothers. , Each with a weapon in his hand, came towards Liu Ye in the shape of a pin.

Liu Ye snorted, "There are so many people who are not afraid of death."

Seeing the three people coming under siege, Liu Ye roared, causing the eardrums of the three to hum and stab them out. It was really fast and ruthless, and he looked like a master.

The youngest thief among the three was frightened and weakened. The spear that had been pierced out suddenly became weak. Liu Ye slid into his chest as scheduled and slammed into his chest. After a strong flick, it became a spear. The corpse, blood spurted from the wound like a spring, and it seemed that it was not alive.

"brothers!"

The two screamed, their faces as gray as death, attacking left and right, where did they think that Liu Ye stood still, his arms struggling, and the shadow of the spear was like the wind. This is called "shaking a big spear." The two thieves were stabbed in the chest by Chang Li. They were brave. Where are the opponents of famous children like Liu Ye?

Suddenly, the Yellow Turban thieves above the East City were so frightened that they did not dared to move forward.

Humph! There was a rush of footsteps, and the blood-stained ranger came quickly and hung on Liu Ye, furious.

"The thieves... besieged from all sides... Lieutenant Sun, ask for help!"